After dinner, Harry wanted to go out for a walk.
“You want to go out for a walk after eating?” Louis 'hmph ed twice, “This… age of yours still hasn’t reached that of retirement, why are you starting to live like an old person?”
Harry said, “I used to have a dog, so it’s become a habit.”
Louis said, “Then where’s the dog now?”
Harry said, “My ex-wife took it with her.”
Louis listened, putting on an expression that read “you’re too miserable”.
Harry found it a little funny and asked, “What kind of expression is that?”
“It’s just… I feel like exes will always… Mm, have taken away things you don’t want them to take away, and leave things you don’t want them to leave…” Louis looked around, and once again felt an overwhelming sense of emptiness, “Your house didn’t look like this in the past, right?”
Harry also looked around and said, “Well, it is missing some things.”
He only said that, and nothing more. After he finished talking, he brought a pair of trousers down from upstairs and handed it to Louis, who was sitting on the carpet with his legs bare, “Put on some pants and get ready to leave the house.”
Louis put on the pants and felt like it was a whole lot bigger on him. Fortunately, there was a belt, so the pants wouldn’t drop after he wore them. It was just a bit long, and he kept stepping on the pant legs whenever he walked…. So he bent over to fold up the pant legs.
Louis finished folding up one of the pant legs and turned to fold the other.
Before he finished folding up the pant legs, Louis heard Harry say from behind him, “Let’s take that walk on another day.”
“Huh?” Louis wanted to straighten up and ask why, but realised that his lower back had been pressed down. From behind him, a hand unbuckled the belt, then pulled off the pants he had just put on, along with his undergarments.
He felt a sudden chill against his bottom.
Louis struggled a bit, but got nowhere. He could only remain bent at the waist, his bottom up.
This kind of posture…
This kind of shame at being under someone’s control…
“You asked me to put on the pants just to take them off yourself?” Louis fumed, “What low tastes you have! Let me go!”
Low tastes, huh…
Actually, they could be even lower.
Harry pried open Louis’ hands, leaving the hole in the middle completely exposed to his gaze.
Louis thought that Harry would take action, but Harry did nothing and said nothing. He just watched the meat hole as it closed up because of nervousness and shame.
“Stop looking at it… Fuck…” Louis couldn’t see Harry’s face, but definitely could feel his gaze.
What’s the fun in just looking?
What was so nice to look at…
Fuck.
Louis panted as he cursed, “If you want to fucking do it, then hurry up…”
Harry’s lips curved up, “Why are you in such a hurry?”
“I’m in a hurry? How am I–” Louis was about to continue cursing when he felt a finger enter his body, “Mmph–! Urgh….–! Fuck, you don’t even use lubricant?”
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Your Distance - l.s.
FanfictionDistance is a social platform that (just like other social platforms) can display the distance between 2 people. Louis Tomlinson had chosen someone that was 287 kilometers away from him, thinking that it was very safe. After all, when there's more t...
